Fake It Till You Make It
That grin should come with a warning label. 'Addictive. May cause dizziness, heart palpitations, dampened underwear, and a lifetime of regret.' Iâve got plenty of reasons to hate Sebastian Monroe, the sexy lead singer of Heat Lightning. 1.) He doesnât remember our soul-scorching kiss ten years ago. 2.) He very rudely refused to play at my hometownâs 300th-anniversary celebration. And 3.) Heâs a hotel trashing, arrogant, hot mess. Really hot. Sooo hot... Turns out, though, that Iâve got something he needs: the ability to mend his tattered reputation. He needs a fake fiancĂ©e, to make people think heâs left behind his hell-raising ways. And Iâm willing to play nice to get what I wantâa hometown appearance of Americaâs hottest Southern rock band. And now that Iâm pretending to be his fiancĂ©e, Iâve got plenty of reasons to love Sebastian Monroe: 1.) Turns out heâs just as good a kisser as he always was. 2.) Heâs hiding a big secret and a kinder heart than anyone gives him credit for. And 3.) Our little act is starting to feel just as real off-stage as on.